Who: Isobel and Archer What: an impromptu meeting Where: 102 When: evening of June 22 Warnings: none so far
At his last post, Isobel could only stare at the computer screen, her heart pounding hard in her chest. It would be so entirely easy just to let it go, so much easier than dealing with this, than fighting instead of running. But even though he was awkward, intelligent as hell, and completely not her normal type, she felt like fighting for this.
So with tears blurring her vision, she left her apartment in a rush, so hurried that she left her door ajar. Down eight flights of stairs, around the curves, her hand barely touching the railing, and she was finally at the door of apartment 102, her cheeks red from tears and running, her hair in a mess around her face, and it was clear how wrecked she felt. It was then, standing in front of his door, that she felt hesitation, worry that he would tell her to leave, but she had to at least try.
One hand lifted, fingers curled into a loose fist, and she knocked.